WITHIN THIS COLD RAIN
DROPLETS DIVING OFF FLOWERS
THE CROW LAUGHS WITH ME
Tonight’s Haiku: May 3, 2020
Tag: rain
Tonight’s Haiku: April 26, 2020
as night has fallen
the cool rain starts falling
trees move in the breeze
A reasonably pleasant spring day, high clouds and lacking in rain. Perhaps a bit muggy as the air was still. As the sun set, the breeze picked up. Once night fell. The rain started. Now, this is Seattle. So, not a downpour, but the well known Seattle drip.
I remained indoors most of the day. Got out for a roughly one hour walk, then grabbed dinner at the nearby 5 Guys. And then back to quarantine.
How’s it going where you are?
Rain Begins To Fall: A Haiku
the clouds get darker
rain starts to fall on my face
and birds quiet now
A Drippy #Seattle #Haiku: #NaPoWriMo2020
Another photo from my walks. This tree really impressed and delighted me, especially with the fading light.
Another damp day in quarantine here in Seattle. How’d you day go?
A Rainy Night In Seattle
as the water falls
air speaks to my sense of home
the night hides mountains
I wasn’t able to get out today for a walk, and photo explorations. It rained a good chunk of the day, and I was pretty busy. So, I grabbed this photo from Pexels as it captured my mood.
Tonight’s Haiku: About Spring Rain
as dreams are emptied
once the spring rain has fallen
see the refreshed sun
A Rainy Saturday Evening Haiku
daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory
A Rainy Day Haiku
rain induced darkness
overhead clouds bring dampness
winter’s grip still hurts
another morning
rain gently tapping windows
abandoned cobwebs
Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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